ABELLA'S POV
Panic suddenly overwhelmed my body. Dinner was nowhere near ready and he was due home in five minutes. I quickly turn up the heat on the stove in attempt to cook the pasta quicker. I quickly made my way over to the dinning table and quickly set the table they way he liked. Straightening the fork and knives I take a deep breath and try to remain calm.
I hear his car pull up into the drive way and quickly drain the pasta and poor in the sauce. I look at the steak and flip it one more time. Quickly grabbing plates I quickly plate up the meal. The steak looks under cooked, the way I know he doesn't like.
Remain calm maybe he won't do anything this time! I try to tell myself. But I know that is a lie.
I turn off the stove and quickly grab the salt and pepper and place it on the table. I hear the front door slam and it makes me jump. My body freezes and my lip trembles, I close my eyes for one brief moment and try to compose myself.
"Oi where are you bitch!" Rick's voice sends a bolt of fear through me.
"In the kitchen. Dinner is ready" I say in what I hope is the sweet voice he loves.
He enters the kitchen, his suit is still crisp and unwrinkled even after a long day at work. He doesn't smile just stares at me, eyes dark and stormy. He gazes leaves mine and looks around the kitchen, I hold my breath waiting for the thing that will set him off. He turns his eyes back to me and looks me up and down. That is when I realize what I forgot...
"Why the fuck do you look like shit?!" he shouts, I flinch and try not to back away from him. He hates that.
"I'm sorry, Rick. I was cooking you dinner. I didn't realize I look so bad. I'm sorry" My voice shock and my whole body was trembling. I bit the inside of my lip trying to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes. He hates it when I cry.
"Is my dinner ready?" he asks and I nod. "Good now go fix yourself up you look fucking disgusting"
I place his plate on the table and give him my best attempt at a smile. I exit the kitchen and it's not until I'm in the bedroom that I can breathe properly. I rush to the bathroom and quickly fix myself up and change into a clean pair of clothes. When I am sure I am presentable I make my way back into the kitchen and barley dodge the plate thrown in my direction.
"What the fuck is this!" he screams and moves towards me until he grips my hair in his hands and yanks me against him. I scream out in pain which gets me a hard slap across my face.
"I'm sorry, Rick" I plead. He grips my hair tighter and sends me flying into the kitchen counter. My head smacks against the corner of the bench and for a moment I fell like I am going to pass out. I can feel blood trickling down my forehead and through my blurred vision I see Rick stalking towards me, unbuckling his belt. I let out a sob and try to pull myself up from the floor.
"The fucking meat was under cooked, the potatoes were lumpy and don't even get me started on that fucking pasta. Why the fuck do you have to make me so fucking angry all the time, huh?" he asks an rips me up from the floor.
"I'm sorry, Rick, please I will make you something else" I beg and I can't stop the tears from falling.
"Are you fucking crying" he yells. I sob and he pushes me face first onto the table. I hear the clinking of his belt and he rips my skirt up over my waist. I try to hold in my sobs as he pulls at my panties.
"Please, please no no no no no" I scream but he doesn't stop. He never stops.
"ABELLA" My name snaps me out of my dream and I sit up clutching the damp sheets to my chest. I am sobbing and I can't seem to stop. I fell the bed dip and suddenly I'm in someones arms, a panic works its way through my body and I pull away from the person resisting there arms.
YOU ARE READING
The Cowboy From Nowhere!
RomansaAbella Carter's life changed the day she met her boyfriend Rick. He used and abused her and ruined her beyond repair. She manages to escape him with the help of her best friend. After he finds her again she knows she has to go further away from Rick...